Not Really

[Intro: Wekko, Sample]
Oooh, but my love has gone, for me
Oooh, but my love has gone, for me

Aye

[Chorus]
FL Studio crypto miner
I don't think we should've freed Brittney Griner
Yeah your money's high but mine is higher
Yeah I got this money like I'm Eugene Kleiner
Get the block hot, put it in an air fryer
I got all these miles I'm a frequent flier
And your hoe is a frequent liar
If I really wanted to, I could just buy her
But that would be human trafficking
Got the bag, can't believe it's happening
When I see my bank, yippee!
When you see your bank it's really saddening
Almost makes me wanna cry
Well, not really
Finna hop in the Lambo'
And pop a wheelie

[Verse]
Bitch eat my meat, like demi-glace
I'll turn you to a cold case
I'll turn you to a pair of shoes
All my shooters, all my shooters jews
Just kidding my shooters diverse
They will put you in a hearse
They will put you in a casket
I got all the bread in the basket
I got all the bread in the bag
I got the extendo mag
Chaze the Chat, he ain't got no swag
Hit your mom, but she still a hag

[Chorus]
FL Studio crypto miner
I don't think we should've freed Brittney Griner
Yeah your money's high but mine is higher
Yeah I got this money like I'm Eugene Kleiner
Get the block hot, put it in an air fryer
I got all these miles I'm a frequent flier
And your hoe is a frequent liar
If I really wanted to, I could just buy her
But that would be human trafficking
Got the bag, can't believe it's happening
When I see my bank, yippee!
When you see your bank it's really saddening
Almost makes me wanna cry
Well, not really
Finna hop in the Lambo'
And pop a wheelie

[Outro: Wekko, Sample]
Ooh, yeah, uh, yippee!
Uh, aye, and I got the gang with me

Oooh, but my love has gone, for me
Oooh, but my love has gone, for me

Oooh, but my love has gone, for me
Oooh, but my love has gone, for me